We are in crisis mode today as it appears that our Union Jack has been lost at the laundry.
Normally it sits over one of of speakers with a Peruvian one doing the same on the other side of Moni.
They are great dirt and dust catchers and need a wash every now and then, although I have been told that flags should never be washed.
We need to get a flag back in place before the World Cup that's for sure and now that Bob Russell is no longer in Fleet Street I will have to get Mum & Dad to look elsewhere.
It got me wondering where young depressives get their trenchcoats in Swindon now but I think there is a similar shop in Gorse Hill by the chip shop.
Esther is excited because today she starts a dressmaking course.
I think she has plans to run up some funky clothes for Salvador so wait for the results.